In a few mem shrieking and bucking, get out of the dive into which the dauntless pilot was holding it. He was practically standing on his rudder, and the other members of the crew hung in their safety belts.
Two Messerschmitts followed the bomber down, z an occasional unsteady bur no harm. Just ow thought ihat ug surface of thi the pilot pulled short distance above The two pursuing Ger-y pulled out, f Blenhelm with the greatest caution. When, however, the bomber's rear gunner let ge the contents of his last drum, and turned the wing of one of the German planes into a sieve, they gave up the chase.
Then the irrepr Flight-Lieutenant laconicall: his ma: chine home, reaching his squadron's base in time for tea. The Blenheim's fuselage and wings were full of bullet holes, but no vital part had been damaged. "Roll out the barrel, we've had a barrel of fun!" chanted the Flight-Lieutenant happily, as he unstrapped his equipment in the Duty Pilcts' hut.
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